The Golden Compass

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The castle of Aethelgard did not stand so much as it hovered, a jagged tooth of black granite biting into the bruised sky of the highlands. Here, gravity was a suggestion, often ignored by the mist that clung to the spires like a lover’s breath. In the lowest cell of the dungeon, where the air tasted of iron and ancient salt, Elias knelt. His hands were bound not with rope, but with chains of...

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